The poet journeys through the night
pushing beyond the mysterious veil,
into the dreamlands she knows well.
Ones of vision, genius and madness,
where dog and wolf, tame and wild
come together under a glaring moon.
Where we yield to the Great Mother,
endure her fury as our faith is tested.
“When they ask me what I liked best,
I’ll tell them it was you.”
~ City of Angels ~
Draw a star around us my love,
on this day of cherish where a year ago,
deep from a dream,
you washed me clean with vows of love.
Drink full my passion, quench each
word I wrap for you here in stardust.
Glittering, sparkling drops of dust,
which shine like a thousand suns
into my never-ending desire for you.
Let the arrow of love strike
at the heart of us,
as we walk this world back to Love.
In the midst of a terrible rainstorm
as lightning starts to strike,
I pull over and park the car.
I observe a small white mirror
lying diagonally on the road.
It shouldn’t be there I’m thinking.
I just have to pick it up!
So out I go, to wage war with the rain
that lashes like hate in my face.
Again and again,
to where the mirror is lying,
face up, on the black toll road.